It’s actually been the opposite. Prior to the catio when I let him out every day (after being confined for three weeks) he gradually worked his way up. Initially it was just a few hours a day. Then all day. Then he got up to 2-1/2 days over the course of 2 weeks. Post-catio this is the third Tuesday I let him out (after a two month confinement). First Tuesday he was gone 8 hours. Second Tuesday 6 hours. Now 38 hours and counting.
We feed them, we pet them, we give them a safe place to sleep; sure they are independent - in their own minds.
Ugh. Unpredictable little jerks. I wonder if he has a 2nd home. And if he does, did they build him an epic catio?!?
If I sound like an old mother hen, it’s because I am one.
True story:
At the little elementary school I attended, when I was in 3rd grade there was a first grade boy who tugged at my heartstrings. I became his big sister and protector. One day at lunchtime recess some boys were picking on him. I marched into the midst of them and fixed that.
The 2nd grade teacher was on playground duty that day and she was quite unhappy with me for tossing those boys about. (No one was hurt, just put in their places.)
After recess she marched into our classroom and up to the chalkboard. Angrily grabbed the chalk and wrote, “Lori Schlener is an old mother hen” — and marched out of the room.
All the kids laughed. But the old gal had insight! I’m still the same.
Good point! But they would say they independently snookered us into it all.
There are far, far worse things to be in life than a mother hen...
You go miss Lori!!
Eleanor, you are a sweetheart! I’d whup playground bullies for you any day.
Eleanor, you are a sweetheart! I’d whup playground bullies for you any day.
I will be treating LA very nicely and avoid all confrontations with other humans when she is around. I never cross an angry hen.
I will be treating LA very nicely and avoid all confrontations with other humans when she is around. I never cross an angry hen.
A wise choice, good sir.
Cluck!
You mentioned that a neighbor house sold recently. Do you think he could have gotten inside somewhere and got locked in? I had a couple of different ferals that went missing for several days, and when they returned, they were starving and thirsty, so I assume they got into someone's garage or shed and were stuck for several days until the door got opened again.
I'm sending the "GO HOME" mojo to Whiskey.
That thought crossed my mind. I stood in front of their garage door earler today and called him. Shook the treat can too. Heard nothing. No meowing. Also a possibility he got in someone’s garage or crawl. When he was young he got in my crawl after I left the door open. I unknowingly locked him in. Next day the neighbor asked if I saw him. It suddenly occured to me I thought I heard a faint meow when I was in bed the night before. So faint I thought I was hearing things. Sure enough he was in there.You mentioned that a neighbor house sold recently. Do you think he could have gotten inside somewhere and got locked in? I had a couple of different ferals that went missing for several days, and when they returned, they were starving and thirsty, so I assume they got into someone's garage or shed and were stuck for several days until the door got opened again.
I'm sending the "GO HOME" mojo to Whiskey.
This is far from the first time he’s been gone for an extended period. He was frequently gone for 1,2,3 weeks or more. He obviously found a food source during those times. Possibly hunted his own. He’s an accomplished hunter. He never looked emaciated when he returned. So while it’s not a good sign he’s been gone for 2-1/2 days, it is far from unprecedented. What I know is if/when I get my mitts on him again it will be his last day in the wild. So I hope he’s enjoying himself. He probably knows.
I’ll put out a neighborhood email tomorrow or Saturday. Sadly, most of the neighborhood (consisting of 75 homes) knows him or has seen him. I don’t even need to post a picture. They know what he looks like.
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